Fields of the Black Rose
Flowing fields of black
Roses the hue of night
Dark meadow take me home
Relieve me of my fright
And take me back.
Blackened fields of ashy rose
Take me to my home
Where I'll never see the sun again
Where I'll never hate
And never bend
Where we only see in shades of gray
Where summer sun has shone its last
And November wind is here to stay.
Where I can go forget my past
And never have to pay
For the things I've done.
Blackened fields of ashy rose
Take me to your home
Where we all see in shades of gray
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind.
Forget my face forget my name
Forget my form forget my sin
Let me stay and waste away
Please won't you take me in?
Copyright © Harold Grimes Iii | Year Posted 2007
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